On our way home from a date a couple of weeks ago, we stopped to get gas; and when Jeff returned to the car from paying, he had a coffee cup in his hand.
"Want some?" he asked, as he handed me the cup. "It's salted caramel something or other."
Hmmm... That didn't even SOUND good to me. I prefer to keep my salt where it belongs: on baked potatoes, in bean soup, on our icy sidewalk, etc. ;-)
Eventually Jeff prevailed on me to take a sip. Wow! Was I ever in for a surprise! It was fantastic!!
Ever since then, we have found good
excuses reasons to stop by that 7-11 on our way out of town, heading home--like yesterday when we were finishing up a violin lesson/library/errand run as a family. "Want some coffee?" Jeff asked as we pulled up to the gas pump.
"Well," I hesitated, thinking I didn't really NEED the caffeine and we didn't really NEED to spend a couple bucks on it, "I guess not." But then, hurriedly... "Are you getting any? Because if you are, I can't stand to not have some!" ;-)
He returned to the van holding a cup of steaming deliciousness...and wearing a smile on his face.
We always get one cup of it--never two (extravagance, you know!). ;-) And then we fight over it.
We share the cup, with Jeff drinking his portion first while it is still hot (if he wants to burn his tongue, I won't stop him; but I'm not interested in scalding my flesh, even for a taste of this goodness!). :) I hold the cup while he's driving, because it's a good way to warm up my hands. :) And then, when it cools a little, I start drinking it--tentatively at first, because with that first sip, you just never know if you're going to burn your tastebuds off or not. We pass the cup back and forth; but at some point, Jeff says, "You can have the rest."
I usually say, "Are you sure?"
I usually think, "Hooray! All for me!!" ;-)
In this cold, cold winter of 2014, salted caramel mochas from 7-11 have been a welcome splash of warmth. And the fun of sharing it with my best friend makes it even better. ;-)